Night has come. The house is dimly lit. I sit on the couch listening to the wall clock ticking away. If I pause long enough I can hear the faint sound of boys voices carrying up the stairs. They should have been asleep an hour ago, but they are having a somersault competition on their beds. Their giggles echo all the way up through the heat vents. I'm tired of fighting with them at bedtime, so I sit and rock with a sleepy baby on my shoulder, his warm breath on my neck.
We had a rather slow day. Sawyer slept away the hours as a newborn baby should, unaware of the passing time or the constant noise and chaos that is our home. He gets snuggles and kisses all day long and is so so loved. Being that it's the last week of November I can't help but ponder the upcoming Christmas season, decorations, lights and baking that needs to be done. I've had an itch to bake, but I am trying to take time to recover and soak up all of the newborn smells and squeaks.
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